Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 85

"Want to learn sword flight?"

Yan Yuanqing was surprised, but her heart was soon filled with immense joy. This was the first time Yan Zhao had actively made a request to her.

Yan Yuanqing was overjoyed and immediately agreed, "Sure, after we finish eating the fish, I'll teach you."

Yan Zhao sat by the river, hugging her legs, while watching Yan Yuanqing busy with cooking. Occasionally, she handed Yan Yuanqing a piece of firewood.

Yan Yuanqing's cooking skills were excellent; Yan Zhao thought they were even better than the chefs at the Medicine God Sect's Spirit Kitchen Hall.

She skillfully scraped the fish's scales using her hand as a knife, made neat cuts on the cleaned fish, and sprinkled some spices Yan Zhao couldn't name onto the surface of the fish.

The fire was perfectly controlled. The cooked fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, each bite crackling with crispness while retaining the freshness of the fish.

Eating such delicious grilled fish, Yan Zhao felt a profound sense of contentment.

Yan Zhao ate the fish heartily, with oil smudging her face, looking like a little kitten sneaking food.

Yan Yuanqing smiled, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the oil from Yan Zhao's face.

The sudden intimacy made Yan Zhao stop mid-bite, her cheeks swelling. She looked up and met Yan Yuanqing's gaze.

Yan Yuanqing asked with a gentle smile, "You like eating so much, why don't you want to learn this skill from me?"

If she learned, she could enjoy fresh and delicious food wherever she went.

Yan Zhao remembered that when she first met Yan Yuanqing, Yan Yuanqing had grilled a fat pigeon for her and had also asked if she wanted to learn cooking.

She had refused without hesitation.

As for the reason for her refusal...

Initially, she was afraid of the trouble. She had lived a wild, carefree life and was not particular about the taste of food.

Now, after her taste buds were spoiled by the Spirit Kitchen Hall's meals, she no longer stuffed herself with all sorts of strange things. Mastering cooking would mean she could always have tasty food. That did sound quite good.

Yet, when Yan Yuanqing asked again, Yan Zhao's instinctive reaction was still not to learn.

In her mind, she subconsciously thought: If she wanted to eat something, she could just find Yan Yuanqing.

As long as she didn't learn, she could always enjoy Yan Yuanqing's cooking.

Was this considered acting spoiled?

Yan Zhao didn't understand.

Seeing Yan Zhao's silence, Yan Yuanqing gently patted her head. "If you don't want to learn, then don't. Whatever you want to eat, Mother can make it for you."

Yan Zhao suddenly looked up.

Her lips trembled, and her nostrils flared, but an inexplicable lump of bitterness choked her throat. She wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Hm?" Yan Yuanqing raised an eyebrow, encouraging Yan Zhao to speak.

The grilled fish she was chewing suddenly lost its flavor. Yan Zhao took a deep breath and finally asked the question that had been building up in her heart for a long time: "Are you really... my mother?"